Adela Cathcart, Volume 1 by George MacDonald
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me very quietly, and when we are all but under the balcony, give me
such a push--_up_ you call it--as you did a little while ago, I should be able to catch hold of the balcony, and get in at the window; and then they may look for me till to-morrow morning!' "'With more obedience than pleasure,' said the prince, gallantly; and away they swam, very gently. "'Will you be in the lake to-morrow-night?' the prince ventured to ask. "'To be sure I will. I don't think so. Perhaps,'--was the princess's somewhat strange answer. "But the prince was intelligent enough not to press her further; and merely whispered, as he gave her the parting lift: 'Don't tell.' The only answer the princess returned was a roguish look. She was already a yard above his head. The look seemed to say: 'Never fear. It is too good fun to spoil that way.' "So perfectly like other people had she been in the water, that even yet the prince could scarcely believe his eyes when he saw her ascend slowly, grasp the balcony, and disappear through the window. He turned, almost expecting to see her still by his side. But he was alone in the water. So he swam away quietly, and watched the lights roving about the shore for hours after the princess was safe in her chamber. As soon as they disappeared, he landed in search of his tunic and sword, and, after some trouble, found them again. Then he made the best of his way round the lake to the other side. There the wood was wilder, and the shore steeper--rising more immediately towards the |
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